Magician

Chapter 10

Matthew conjured spells almost all the time, even if he collapsed. Little by little, he had gotten more energy and power. Lysandros often watched from the window, and he could see the spells Matthew cast were much more solid then before. He was getting better at magic...without a mentor mentoring him. Lysandros was impressed by his apprentice's skill, but he had his own matters to deal with. He checked the newspaper this morning, and saw that the King of the West had died overnight. It had been a mystery, since he was very healthy, and he was fine until, yesterday, he had no sickness. But when the servants realized he was killed, there was no mark on him. Lysandros was expecting a kill, and there it was. He sighed, and went outside. He saw Matthew, and the magic was remarkable. He stood, facing the forest, staff pointed at one of the trees. With a piercing cry, he shot some thing at the tree. When it hit the tree, It stuck there like an arrow. Only Lysandros knew it couldn't be an arrow. No one has every shot a weapon before. But as he went closer, he realized it WAS an arrow.

"What do you think?" asked Matthew, walking up to Lysandros.

"I think...it's very impressive how you managed to shoot an arrow from a staff." Lysandros answered. Matthew grinned, an for the first time, Lysandros smiled kindly at his apprentice. But then, a bone-rattling BOOM shattered their moment. They stood back to back, and looked up. They saw huge thunderclouds coming in, except Lysandros knew these weren't normal thunderclouds....They were the Sramatic thunderclouds, the ones from the far north. They often had magic inside them, and when it unleashed lighting, it destroyed everything within 10 meters. "RUN!" yelled Lysandros, "GET TO THE MAIN CASTLE!" Matthew didn't need to be told twice. He ran through the forest until he saw the entrance to a white castle . He turned back to see Lysandros, running. He had tripped over a humongous tree root. Matthew looked up, and back at Lysandros. he wasn't going to make it. He was 7 meters from the entrance when the lightning he dreaded came down. He instinctively made a shield to protect himself, and it kind of worked. His right arm was sizzling, but gestured for Matthew to go in, and he obeyed.

Once they got inside, Matthew ran over to his master, to check on his arm. "Oh no," said Matthew, his eyes wide. Lysandros's right arm was bleeding really badly. It was covered with blood, so Matthew ran down the hall to get a medic. When he came back 3 minutes later with a medic, and she did her best to heal Lysandros's arm. Once she stood up, the wound was closed, but still bleeding from the inside. "That's the best I can do. Sorry." and ran back to the medic's room. Matthew looked at Lysandros, and Lysandros stood up.

"We need to bring the others here. To safety. Safely."